#hmm poems

[vetometo]

Hello.

I figured it was about time I said something here on this app. You can only scroll mindlessly for so long, after all.

Sometimes, when my mind's too full for its own good and I really feel like the speck of dust I am to the universe, I jot things down. They're inconsistent, messy, and occasionally unclear in meaning even to myself, but they've helped me balance things as I'm handed new plates to stack onto my full hands. Like shaking out a box marked 'miscalleneous' to make it easier to sort into neat little compartments, I've been keeping most of these writing sprees tucked away in my notes app. And every so often, I'd debate whether or not to put them out into the void for others to see and possibly connect to.

Today I'm tipsy, sentimental, and staying up way past an hour that can be considered good for me, so here we are. I'll be posting some of the stuff that comes to me in this little corner of the internet, so feel free to have a look around.

In the meantime, I'm going to sprinkle some pieces of myself here, see how things turn out. It's nice to meet you.

(As a sidenote, I'm new to this tagging business and therefore shit at it, so sue me.)

[manytoonepoet13]

TearS

Even the rain would be silent if one simply chose not to listen.

Or chose not to feel the pitter patters that leaked from the roof then onto the skin.

This vocal dream of a cry a concert only seen by the few who made the choice to look at the ripple that forms on the water's surface with each tear.

"Can you hear it?

Can you finally feel it?

Can you see my hand that reaches out to your heart?"

The strength of the crowd's cheer only made a heart so blue turn to the delicacy of it's other half.

The intricacies that adorned his clothes unmatched by a certain crystal-like piece...

A singular tear-drop jewel hanging on the mirror's corner that reflected your visage on it's watery surface.

The ripples akin to a staircase that guided you to him.

With each step a testament of how time created a story that surpassed classics...

The deep blue of the midnight's cries was embraced by the golden morning's arms.

Then was warmed by a bright red bonfire that was created by the very same hands that held the expressive heart in their palms.

Graced by the passionate emotions that heart's half is privy to.

Even the loquacious crowd fell silent at the sound of the rain as they looked at the man before them.

The dome that engulfed him shone with dim lights...

Until the moon decided to pay a visit and gave him it's spotlight.

The owner of the heart so blue looked amongst the crowd.

A certain visage already reflected on it's mirror's watery surface..

Even when he closed his eyes, his other half is what he sees...

"I can't help but let these emotions overflow as I think of you."

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[kermitsbutton]

Hating on jimmy like he is one of the worst, most gruesome villains humanity as ever seen, and dont get me wrong he's quite irredeamable imo and deserves to be hated, sometimes feels like a simplification of his character.

It somehow feels like the whole we're hating jimmy all my bros and aunts and cousins hate jimmy is overshadowing the realness and true horror of the character.

The slow, creeping feeling that there are people out there like this, and not just one or two no, there are so many people who share at least a bit of his character (tho most PROBABLY would not crash a spaceship). Not just one fucked up person but a society build around them.

It's almost, not quite but almost, similar to putting curly on a pedastool, saying he did nothing wrong he's my lil blorbo uwu, putting only blame on the abuser (yet again folks he deserves a LOT of blame do not misinterpret my 6AM interpretation) and forgetting the people who were complacent, who turned an eye. The people who were in a position where they could act, a position of power they decide to ignore.

And I think thats really one of the interesting parts of the game. All the characters are somewhat flawed in their own way or represent something we need to think about. It's human, complex and a commentary on society which just doesn't work if you simplify the characters too much in any direction.

[nokaru]

Obi // chapter 136 part2

in the desert stephen crane / summer depression girl in red / punching bag the front bottoms / the unbearable lightness of being milan kundera / kill your darlings allen ginsberg / resident evil 4 remake

[babbling-starling]

[ginadope]

chapter fifteen

You do remember (Fondly but quietly) Hunting demons Each of them final, humanoid To please the thousand-eyed light - the devil in her greatest disguise

Does the script ever end? My King of Diamonds - his hands Are they a stage? Short poems, in the nothingness Carefully placed

I do not know I simply was told Be it so

[midnight-els]

For All Mankind - 3x05 and 4x04

Remote in my darkened exile, the days dragged by so slowly, without grace, without inspiration, without life, without tears, without love. Then my spirit woke and you, you appeared again, like a transient vision, like pure beauty’s spirit.

[my-name-is-apollo]

Might be unpopular opinion but I love dark hair on Apollo 🖤 I know people envision him as blond but black or brown hair does it for me even if the myths say otherwise..

I have warmed up a lot to non-blonde Apollo lol so yeah, i agree that he dark hair also looks great on him! Even if it is a rare thing in the hymns/myths (but hymns that describe him as dark haired do exist!) the Roman paintings that have survived show Apollo with brown hair most of the time.

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

Me: I still don't understand how people knew I was a butch lesbian this long before I knew

Also me: *Hears Andrea Gibson's piece "I do" for the first time at 15 years old and ugly cries so hard I start hyper ventilating and I can't figure out why*

[fruitycasket]

Messy concept art to better capture my idea for a four-legged lishty. I'll definitely go about polishing this or refining it into a new character, I just don't know when. I'm a slow creator. :,]

Anyhow, lore time! (Also very messy.)

Largely thought to be a scary story foals, cubs, and pups tell one another, Nobody is said to be a scholar of land and sky (in other words it just goes around biting a bunch of stuff to see what happens). It briefly abandons its studies to collect "abnormal" (evil) minds of the intelligent species of Lidian, thus punishing evil-doers through what non-lishtees consider "death". Be good, be boring, and it might lead the lost traveler home.

So goes the warning given to youngsters everywhere...

Who is that? Upon the cliff, in the cave?

Nothing��nobody is watching and nobody is there.

Yet for the naughty foal, cub, and knave

Something waits, watches—young and old take care!

Upon the cliff, from the cave pounces eyes, flaying gaze grave

Nobody—Nobody is watching and Nobody is there.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Far Too Sweet

A sickening something lives in my throat

It makes my neck bulge, and I start to choke

I pray that it goes, though I know it won’t

It has been there ever since I first woke

A gap in reason, and in my insides

They are what it causes, and where it hides

Hard to breathe, yet even harder to think

Choking on my blood – thick and black, like ink

Always comes back, after I swallow it

Teeth rotten black, for it’s all sickly sweet

Can’t find a way, to stop feeling like it

Tongue burnt away, for it’s all far too sweet

A sickening something squirms in my throat

I claw at my neck, so that I won’t choke

It evades my fingers, will not be caught

My collar turns red, as it starts to soak

A billowing smoke, caused by doubts and fears

Spews up and out my throat, then disappears

Wipes the slate clean, gone is thought and worry

Erases the sight, that was once blurry

Without regard for myself, or for it

My lips are scarred, for it’s all sickly sweet

I hear words hushed, which I fear to repeat

My jaw is crushed, for it’s all far too sweet

A sickening something feasts in my throat

It constantly grows, and it makes me choke

My neck follows suit, as it starts to bloat

Airway blocked up by all the ink and smoke

A pit yawns open, awaiting my fall

If I were to beg, would that help at all?

My wounds yawn open, at touch of my own

My body sags – cold and heavy like stone

I am untouched, and yet, I have been hit

My gums, all cut, for it’s all sickly sweet

Lost on this street, though I grew up on it

Now, I can’t eat, for it’s all far too sweet

[salovie]

one: a bloom of emerald,

budding and bursting and breathing,

new growth on the love line,

bright lime like fresh spring pine

another: green, begrudgingly,

waiting out a drought,

faded sage and from the shade

stealing glances at a verdant glow

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Should I get a tattoo of the Minecraft end poem “and the universe said I love you” or nah. Be honest

[ge]

BREH THIS TWEET..theyre not enemies but culd u imagine this as chung myung being treated by tang bo early into their friendship for the first time and chung myung seeing him in a new light somehow, as if something nameless has just shifted, leaving him dry mouthed and nervous with an anticipation for something unknowable..

[shadowdancingpoetry]

An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any literature except the cleverness of decadence. - Raymond Chandler

[fallowtail]

knowing i provide nothing of value and have nothing special i can provide people and nothing interesting or fun or smart or clever to say ever, and am not knowledgeable about anything, not smart, not educated, i can't write or draw or create anything or hype people up or help them in a way that matters, and just continuously provide nothing of any merit to give me any worth of my own right...the only thing i'm good for is giving other people a spring board to jump off of or bringing other people together so they can be creative and successful and have fun and be smart while i sit in the background being completely pathetic and useless. god. i am such an npc who just exists to point the player characters in the right direction and i need to stop pretending i was ever meant to be anything else lol. this is the only thing i ever get complimented on and it sucks so fucking bad. like i'm supposed to be proud that my only character trait is being a stepstool, to be the hype man, the guy who has nothing of inherent value about themselves, who only functions to cheer everyone who is better than them on. i know it's a vital function to society but why does it have to be me!! this isn't something that "getting help" (major airquotes bc i do not believe anything can help me tbh) can fix bc its an inherent character flaw, and inherent lack of purpose and worth and no amount of "positive thinking" is going to be able to fix that. some of us are just worthless little bugs under the rock who are important to society because we feed the bigger bugs but otherwise we're nothing lol.